Chapter 738: We're Still Just Children

This gamble, naturally, isn't one they're making on their own.

They have to rely on the Grandmaster, so before that, there's no need for too much preparation, nor is any possible.

The more precise the plan, the easier it is to go wrong; none of them are sages.

Might as well keep it simple and crude — find a suitable time, have the Grandmaster release them, then charge, charge, charge, and it's done.

Thinking it over, it seems this mission has actually been going exactly like this all along.

Very practiced.

Mhm, even the final failure seems very practiced by now.

The few of them look at each other, and feel fighting zombies is still best.

At least ordinary zombies don't fly over eaves and run on walls.

The iron prison cart trapping them, once the door is shut, is fully enclosed, with only a tiny, ruler-like sliding window slanting upward.

It can only be opened from outside; a few holes are at the top, maintaining a bit of light and airflow with the outside.

The prison cart is pulled by six horses.

Around the prison cart, the Four Great Constables, six elite squads "escorting."

Each squad consists of ten experts.

Setting aside the intelligence gap, in a straight fight, each squad individually has the ability to capture or even kill any one of the Four Great Constables.

Besides that, in places no one can see, or rather, where the crowd cannot spare attention to notice.

Unknown experts are hiding.

This is part of the Daughter Nation's court strength; the existence of these experts is naturally not for five outsiders with no strength to truss a chicken.

But for the "hypothetical enemy" the Four Constables have sketched in their minds — one that shouldn't and couldn't exist, yet most likely does.

Bao Tian and the other four are heading for the Daughter Nation's capital, where they will face their "death or glory" final battle.

The hypothetical enemy Tang Luo, however, isn't following them like before.

After answering Bao Tian and the others' questions, he turned, and after a few seconds of long-distance travel.

He arrived at the Daughter Nation's true Mother River — the Zimu River.

The Zimu River is a special river, a single main stem, not very wide; at its widest, only several dozen meters.

At its narrowest, five meters or so.

All sorts of inflowing or outflowing tributaries are not counted as part of the Zimu River.

Only that one main stem in the middle is the true Zimu River, and only the water within this main stem, when drunk, enables pregnancy and childbirth.

Tang Luo walks along the bank of the Zimu River.

That flowing water, speed gentle, emits a strange color under the sunlight.

Reflecting a faint, barely-there seven-colored hue.

This seven-colored hue exists only in true Zimu River water; the rest of the tributary water, once separated from the main stem, does not display this color.

Making one wonder whether the riverbed is special or the water is special.

The water is very clear, clear enough to see the not-deep riverbed, the pebbles, at a glance.

No water plants at all, and no fish.

Water too clear has no fish.

Tang Luo crouches, reaches into the Zimu River, scoops up a bit of water.

That water flows in his palm, and compared to normal river water, appears more viscous.

The water slides off, leaving not a trace on Tang Luo's palm, not even a wet mark.

"A bit different from before."

Tang Luo stands, takes a step forward, and vanishes without a trace.

As everyone knows, river sources are generally in mountains — melting snow, rainfall, and such.

The Zimu River is special; its source, even the Daughter Nation's citizens don't know.

Because its main stem ends by disappearing underground; continuing north to track it, deep into primeval mountains and forests, it cannot be found.

One can only designate this location as the "source."

Additionally, near the source, spring water flows from a cliff face, forming a pool named the Luotai Spring.

This Luotai Spring was occupied years ago by the Bull Demon King's younger brother, the True Immortal Ruyi.

That kind of occupation, for the Daughter Nation, isn't a bad thing.

The Daughter Nation's citizens are all mortals, while the Mountains and Seas Realm is a xianxia world with an extremely high ceiling.

As the Bull Demon King's younger brother, the True Immortal Ruyi is also a thoroughgoing great demon.

With him occupying the Luotai Spring, it counts as a kind of protection, preventing other forces from coveting and probing.

And the True Immortal Ruyi's demands aren't a burden the Daughter Nation cannot bear.

This guy, being a cow, a cow demon, likes yellow and white things, likes satisfying his appetite.

The Daughter Nation offers food to him daily, and when they need the Luotai Spring water they buy it with gold and silver.

Back then, Tang Luo and the others naturally wouldn't mistakenly drink Zimu River water, nor had they dealt with the True Immortal Ruyi.

Now Tang Luo feels the Daughter Nation and the Mountains and Seas Realm's Daughter Nation of the past have intricate ties, and plans to go check the Luotai Spring.

Maybe he'll run into the True Immortal Ruyi.

Arriving near the Luotai Spring, troops are deployed in formation guarding it, completely protecting the visible Zimu River source and the Luotai Spring.

No sign of the True Immortal Ruyi.

Tang Luo walks around looking everywhere, and likewise finds no related traces.

"Is it or isn't it, after all..."

After saying a few words in a low voice, Tang Luo turned around and walked toward the direction of the capital.

The capital of the Daughter's Kingdom, grand and magnificent, the Son of Heaven guarding the nation's gate—so it is said, but in reality, for hundreds of years, aside from those who mistakenly entered, the Daughter's Kingdom has never had outsiders come in.

This is a place almost truly isolated from the world.

The Daughter's Kingdom also has no intention of expanding outward, not even the slightest desire to explore.

The gate at Shanhai Pass, I don't know how many years it has remained closed, and no foreign enemy has ever invaded; it seems as if that place is the end of the world.

The Daughter's Kingdom also has no explorers with an adventurous spirit who would say, "The world is so big, I want to see it."

Going out to sea a little to the west, fishing within the safe range is their limit.

The Daughter's Kingdom's only external enemy is those mistakenly thrown into the mines to dig ore, outsiders—even scabies would not be considered.

Theoretically, such a country does not need an army.

Yet the Daughter's Kingdom's military numbers are not small, as if war could break out at any moment.

Why is this so?

The mistaken outsiders express confusion, while the people of the Daughter's Kingdom feel it is perfectly natural.

Is this not a national tradition that must be guaranteed?

No one questions it; everything seems to be an instinct deliberately ingrained in the bones.

In the magnificent and splendid imperial palace, Bao Tian and the five others walked on a road paved with white jade stone slabs, feeling their legs go weak.

On both sides were the Imperial Forest Army, exuding a deadly aura; their handsome faces could not conceal the dangerous presence of these people.

Bao Tian and his companions felt that the constables they had encountered were, compared to these people, like harmless white rabbits.

And they themselves felt like newborn chicks, less than three days old, walking among a pack of evil wolves.

It's too hard!

The women of the Daughter's Kingdom are far more terrifying than zombies.

The five people lowered their heads to look at their toes, silently reaching a high degree of consensus, always ready to shout loudly, "Master, save me!"

Suddenly, the four constables leading the way ahead stopped.

Bao Tian and the five others followed suit and stopped.

"Pay respects to Your Majesty!"

The voices of hundreds suddenly rang out, echoing above the palace.

A heavy pressure came upon their shoulders; before they could lift their heads, Bao Tian and the others involuntarily knelt down, some clumsily falling to the ground.

They performed the salute together with everyone around them.

Because their foreheads were pressed to the ground, they could not see the Daughter's Kingdom's king.

They could only hear a pleasant, gentle voice, like a spring breeze, saying: "Rise."

Containing dignity within tolerance.

The pressure on their bodies lessened somewhat; Bao Tian and the others straightened up, looking through the gap between the four constables ahead toward the Daughter's Kingdom's king.

This is a very beautiful woman, her hair coiled, wearing a still crown.

Compared to her voice, her appearance is somewhat more stern; a pair of phoenix eyes swept over, more imposing than her voice.

The dignity of a sovereign.

What the Daughter's Kingdom's king wears is not a golden robe.

She wears a red outfit, adorned with exquisite golden floral patterns, with no dragon or phoenix on it.

How to put it? When they saw this outfit, Bao Tian and the others felt it did not look like an emperor's robe, but rather like an extremely luxurious wedding dress.

The feeling that red gives them—why, they don't know, but it seems somewhat familiar.

The four constables stepped aside, and the Daughter's Kingdom's king walked up to Bao Tian and the five others, slightly lowering her head and asking: "Outsiders, tell me, who is behind you."

Bao Tian and the others were stunned for a moment.

What does this mean? Has the master already been exposed?

"It seems the outside world's tentacles, those greedy fellows, have once again reached into the Daughter's Kingdom," the queen said.

This was not said to Bao Tian and the others, but to the four constables, the attendants nearby, and the Imperial Forest Army.

"Your Majesty?"

The youngest among the four constables, Iron Hand, was somewhat puzzled.

Zhui Ming then whispered: "Indeed, our kingdom once suffered hardships brought by outsiders, until we closed off and then gained peace and stability. Are these records truly true?"

"Yes."

The queen nodded, her youthful beautiful face showing an expression of vicissitudes and complexity beyond her years: "That was a long time ago; now, we fear we will face danger again."

"..."

"..."

What on earth are they talking about!

We're not like that, we have nothing, we're just miserable wretches wanting to leave the Daughter's Kingdom.

Bao Tian and the others looked at each other in dismay.

You're overthinking it, you've got it wrong!

Before Bao Tian and the others could explain anything, the queen casually drew the sword from the attendant beside her, stepped forward, and placed it against Lin Zixuan's neck.

The cold, sharp blade touched Lin Zixuan's skin.

Making him feel a slight sting, like a tiny insect biting and gnawing, gradually spreading.

Accompanying it was a damp feeling, as blood slowly seeped out.

"I don't like torturing people. Tell me who is behind you—who is it?" The queen's gaze was icy cold, giving Lin Zixuan a feeling far colder than the sword at his neck.

"No, we have nothing, we just want to leave."

Bao Tian stammered, "We swear to the heavens, we really only want to leave this place."

The absolute truth, truly the absolute truth to the utmost degree.

Bao Tian had never been this sincere in his entire life.

"Do you think I would believe your words?" The Queen sneered; men are all big pig trotters, she looked at Du Shuqin.

"If you don't believe us, at least take the sword away!" Lin Zixuan, who dared not speak, roared in his heart.

Du Shuqin swallowed hard: "Really, we are just ordinary people who stumbled in by mistake."

There was indeed someone behind them, but that was the Grandmaster.

Going a step deeper, it was the gods and demons of the God-Demon Game.

Neither of them were the so-called outsiders the Queen of the Kingdom of Daughters mistakenly thought had once invaded the Kingdom of Daughters.

You've got it wrong.

We are innocent!

Wait, Du Shuqin was suddenly startled; she thought of a possibility — could it be the karma created by other, previous gods and demons walking the world?

And now they have to take the fall for it?

Unfair, we're still just children!